"Taco supreme. You can get some pop too while you're there."
"
Excellent," says I, tapping my fingers amongst themselves. Well, I don't know the last time Pete saw the pizza, but there weren't any slices left. Luckily there was still plenty of . . . Coke.
Heh, no wonder, right? (Kidding, to any coke-drinkers out there, okay?) Well, I poured myself a glass anyway, and headed into his bedroom. I'm always surprised at how many people can comfortably be in this small apartment-bedroom at once! Of course, not too many people were here now; just four. Pete was playing some new game he recently picked up for the computer, Riley was watching TV, and Rick . . . I guess he was watching too, except he was also playing with a laser-pointer at the time as well.
"Ern," He starts, as he slowly brings the pointer to bear at me, "tell me now,
do you trust me?" I could tell the thing was pointed at my throat, and that obviously I had a little red dot on my Adam's Apple as well. I responded assertively, saying,
"
Ricky, if I trusted you, I wouldn't bend my knees when I pick things up!" Yeah, my one witty line, and I already wasted it before I even sat down. Oh well. Pete then had to add in his little bit (JUST because he could), and said,
"
Okay, get out! Bring the camera if you must, but don't do it in my room, okay?" I kicked him for that. He just laughed. I tell ya, if you give Pete an opening like that, he'll pounce on it faster than . . . Clinton on an intern? I don't know . . . . . Oh yeah, you don't know Ricky yet. Give me a sec:
Rick: This guy . . . he's one of those people that can do everything! He's a good student, excellent actor, pretty good singer, comical . . . all with a really cool demeanor. PLUS he can somehow always put all that together at once! Yeah, Ricky's one of those "popular" people, I guess. My guess is that he's probably not human, or something. Yeah, he's definitely got somethin' behind his back . . .
The night started out with a little "Mario Party™" on the ol' N64. Pete was Mario, Riley chose Yoshi the dinosaur, Rick the ever-popular Wario, and I took my usual place as Luigi. I could never explain it, but I always liked Luigi more than Mario. I'm thinking it's probably because he's green.
That and he could jump higher in the second "Mario Bros." game. Well, the game was pretty fun, and everything was going okay. Well . . . as okay as it would ever get . . .
I'll put it this way: Riley didn't even really like the game that much, and was just being polite, and whenever Pete won a game, he would just kinda . . . look at Rick "scoffingly". Rick would then kick him. I thought that was kinda funny. Well, the game kept going, and eventually it was over. I was victorious! As I recall, right after that, I said,
"Yes . . .
horseshoes UP the ass indeed." No one cared, though. Especially Riley, who just got grabbed by a giant fish and dragged away for losing. That's what's pretty nice about the sequel to the game. The loser doesn't get picked on. I mean, I can seriously see kids crying over that kind of stuff! No one cried here.
So that game was over, so we then had to play another. Figures. Rick would have nothing of it, though, and went to check out this new game. Pete took his place on the bad and plugged in "Mario Kart 64™". As this game went, I can't say I did TOO well, but I had my moments. I won a couple races (but not as Luigi, unfortunately . . . that
sunuva Riley had to pick him first), and did it all graciously. Well . . . as gracious as one can get when no one's talking AT ALL. Basically everyone had his own fair shares of wins.
Well, just as everything else in life, the game was getting boring. Pete then perked up.
"Hey, Tom Green is almost on!" Everyone kind of perked up after that as well. I don't blame 'em. That guy is crazy! He once milked a cow with his own mouth while wearing a police uniform! It's absolutely insane as to what he'll do. Another time, he defecated, and carried the . . . log, to the set, going through the studio, showing it off, telling people how he can do "
poo-poo humor". Of course, everyone else is also staying the night. I, on the other hand, am not.
I called for a ride, and my mom sent Dan over to pick me up. Geez, I can't help but feel sorry for him. Always having to drop everything to get me like this. That's gotta suck for him. Well, he won't get here for a while, so I might as well watch a bit of "Tom Green" while I'm here. Not a voice was silent in the room. Everyone was roaring out loud! He was pouring mustard down his throat, for cryin' out loud! Man, if I had this channel at home, I'd watch it so much . . . but I don't, and all my friends always forget that. Sometimes I swear they forget on purpose just to bug me! However, that's not important right now. I have to get home.
As I left the suite, all of them just kinda lined up by the entrance as I left, saying their respective good-byes.
That's gotta make you feel special, don't it? I walked out that door feeling pretty good. Then I remembered I had controllers plugged into the machine still. An about-turn got me my controllers back. PLUS the one I left all those months ago!
As I waited in the lobby for Dan to show up, I was reminded by all the flair on the walls that it was Valentine's Day next week. I was also reminded that I had no one to spend it with.. Geez, this time of year always hits me like that. I look at myself in the mirror and think, "
What the hell's wrong with me?One less thing to worry about, I guess . . . . .
God, life is such a melodrama. It has so much potential, and it can be so great. What the hell have I been wasting it on? Yeah, Adrienne Gusoff said it best:
